I interview Yingge artist Chang Sung-shan (張松山). He talks of his life, his art, his plans. His brush dances over the lid of the pot he is painting as he talks. I assume he’s just distractedly doodling.
張松山
corners
Scans of the photos of the Feb 2013 trip that were never printed. I’ll add to them over the next few days.
nell
Speakers’ Corner in Hyde Park is a funny institution. The characters standing on their chairs, soapboxes, ladders, smattered around that little corner of the park, were eccentric enough, and so were the hecklers. The strangest thing, however, was that they were there every week, the same speakers, the same hecklers, and sometimes heckler became speaker, […]
da
The following anecdote I wrote soon after the fact. Christmas Day 2011 Dad took the dog for a walk after dinner and had him a tumble. A local man appeared at the door with the dog and said dad was down the road but not dead, he had somehow punched his own face with the […]
crowds
We had no idea what was going to happen. We’d only entered the temple at this late hour to use the facilities. There was a great crush of people trying to get in, deferring only slightly to the greater crush of people who were trying to get out. Bottle-necked in the arched entrance, there was, […]
aberdeen
I went to Aberdeen in 2007 with my partner at the time, to stay with her family. Funds had been exhausted in the move back to the UK, and it was a struggle for either of us to get our respective projects off the ground. The initial plan was to measure the Aberdeen stay in […]
Chan and Weng 詹與翁
Kick-wheel potter Chan Kuo-hsiang (詹國祥) tells a story of how late president Chiang Ching-kuo was puzzled during a visit to the old pottery town of Yingge. BMWs and Mercedes parked along streets lined with dilapidated buildings; conspicuous wealth amid ramshackle abodes.
baishatun matsu 白沙屯媽祖
Baishatun’s Gong Tian Temple was already packed with pilgrims late afternoon when we arrived. The pilgrimage was due to start at half past midnight. We were waiting in the space between the main altar and the stationary palanquin in which Matsu would soon set off for Beigang.
aldeburgh: i hear those voices
On a beach in Suffolk Arrived on bike To the bottom of the hill, there by the tudor beams and populated boat pond A miniature home, a homage to a dog, a spiral staircase, a scallop sculpture calling, saying “I hear those voices that will not be drowned” I see here my […]
sari drying
Back to the Ganges, and lines and triangles and circles and saris. A woman gives orders to someone off-scene while she holds out a sari to dry in the fierce mid-morning sun along the River Ganges in mid Feb 2013. Shot on a faulty Leica M4 with a 50mm Collapsible Summicron for which the […]